Classic Poem

In the mountains o the West
Lives the girl I love best
With her red rose cheeks and her coal black hair
Her face is like the rose and her breast the lily fair
In the mountains o the west lives the girl I love the best
O there's nothing half so sweet as Love and fair
In the lands not made of clay
Where the sun neer sets away
But shineth through the midnight bright and fair
I love the lassie best wi' the bright auburn hair
And she liveth in the land that knoweth no decay
And the maid I love the best is for ever bright and fair.

The birds big on the clouds in that eternal land
Jewels and siller are they a' and gouden is the sand
The sun is one vast world of fire that burneth a' to clay
And night wi' hells o' darkness for ever keeps away
And dearly I love the green o' that bright land
The lily flower o' woman that meeteth no decay.

Her eyes are springs o' light
And the blue veins in the white
Of her bosom map love there
For ever bright and ever fair
How beautiful she seems to mortal sight
The white robed Maiden with the auburn hair

And lips of amarinth and eyes of light
And cheeks the rose of heaven as bright
Angel of heaven Maiden o the west
She is the Maiden that I love the best
Her very eyes are suns o' living light
And dear I love the lady o the west.